(Revaux, Francois, Anka)
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And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain
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You cunt, I'm not a queer I'll state my case of which I'm certain
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I've lived a life that's full and each and every highway
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And yet, much more than this I did it my way
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And yes, I've had a few but then again, to few to mention
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But dig, what I have to feel I'll see it through with no devotion
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Of that take care and just be careful along the highway
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And more, much more than this I did it my way
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There were times I'm sure you knew
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When there was nothing fucking else to do
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But through it all, when there was doubt
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I shot it up or kicked it out
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I fought the just as before and did it my way
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Knocked out in bed last night
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I've had my fill ooh my share of looting
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And now the tears subside
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I find it all so amusing
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To think I killed a cat
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And may I say oh no, not their way
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But no, no, not me, I did it my way
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For what is a brat, what has he got
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When he finds out that he cannot say the things he truly feels
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But only the words, not what he feels
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The record shows, I've got no clothes and did it my way
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My Way
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The Sex Pistols |